Genevieve Estúpido was bored with her life, every part of it just seemed so monotonous to her. Wake up, go to the bathroom, start the coffee, sit at the computer waiting for the day to be over. Even the thought of her husband of twenty-five years held no interest for her. He was a dull man who liked the same routine every day, who enjoyed vanilla sex, and clung to his outdated beliefs. For years now, Gen couldn't possibly understand why she'd married him in the first place. It wasn't like he was a handsome man, with his too small for his face eyes, dishwater blond hair that was beginning to recede in the worst way, and a beer gut that had only gotten larger and larger as the years went on. No, she couldn't believe the young woman she'd been would've found him attractive at all. However he was the only one to ever show her the slightest bit of attention, which she craved more than anything else in life. Gen needed to be adored by all those around her. A thing that was never to be. She wasn't a very talented woman, or smart, or interesting in anyway.
That's why she spent so much of her day surfing various places online. Creating a person in her mind that was everything she never could be in her real life. Gen was disabled and couldn't work, couldn't do anything that she considered fun. Online though. She was a brilliant writer, an adventurer, an expertly skilled seamstress that made a pretty income by selling her sewn goods. Above all, she was a sexy woman still in her mid-twenties who loved to do things her husband could never, would never, do for her. In her online persona she loved to flirt with anything that came across as male, maybe even another woman from time to time. Trolling the internet for dirty cybersex. Gen never cared if the other person was really handsome, or even of age. None of that mattered on the internet, everyone was whoever they wanted the world to believe them to be.
“Ouch!” Gen whimpered out as the fresh cup of coffee in her hand spilled onto her fingers, she had jumped from the sudden noise that broke through the early morning silence. Gently placing the mug onto her desk, Gen looked to see who had summoned her.
HandsomeOtaku87: Hey Tulipgirl! Haven't heard from you in a while. Did you die or something?
TulipgirlCutiepie: -pouty face- No I didn't die. Not this time anyway. Had to go back to the hospital, my chest has been bothering me again.
HandsomeOtaku87: :( oh no! R u feeling any better?
I am now. Ran through her mind now that she'd gotten the sympathy she'd been looking for ever since she'd gotten back. David hadn't really cared, beyond saying that she'd be fine and going back to his on affairs. He didn't believe for a moment that Gen had been really in any danger. After all she'd been to the hospital a few times just this month for random pains and symptoms she had Googled. Even the doctors didn't believe her. What do they know. The bastards, I am sick. I am dying. Just like that other girl on Solia! Genevieve had seen the threads dedicated to that poor girl. She craved that kind of outpouring of love towards herself.
HandsomeOtaku87: u there?
TulipgirlCutiepie: Yea, sorry I spaced out there for a second.
Getting bored with Handsome, it was time to check on all the places she's posted in on her favorite avatar site. Everyone was so nice to her there, they didn't bully her like that other site's users did. Calling her stupid, and other hurtful things. Gen didn't have to worry about that on this site. There also was a gentleman she really wanted to follow, she wanted to grab his attention anyway she could. So far it has been a bust. Why would he ignore her? Everyone on Solia had to love her. Everyone.